Old Letters

I'm going through hundreds of old letters and cards and am shocked to realize I don't remember who any of these people are. At one time they must have been part of my life. Return addresses range over many states. I used to travel a lot and establish pen pals. Ancient history.
Before the internet people did write each other. Sometimes they included photos. Along with the correspondence, I discovered dozens of cards from venues I had visited, as well as reminders from musicians I had written about. Amazing how many of them fell by the wayside, even the talented ones.
With this pandemic , I'm trying to stay occupied. That's why I shaved my head. Boy, do I look fierce.

Lines

Lines everywhere.
The Target line is full of fidgety kids and teens on their phones forgetting to move ahead. The Walmart line is stacked with New Yorkers because they don't have one. The line to the bank is all cars and impatient drivers. The Big Lots line just stopped moving for no reason. Invariably, the person controlling admittance is some kid power hungry.
At least I can listen to conversations. That reinforces my contention that maybe one out of 20 people have something interesting to say.
Sometimes there are no baskets available and it's too late to go back and get a cart. So I carry all my items, which is not pretty. Toilet paper seems to pop out of my grip and roll away.
There will probably be a line to my doctor's office so I'll hear all about ailments and diseases. The famous never wait in line. If Jimmy Fallon had to put up with what the rest of us do, that smile would leave his face pretty quick.

Blood Test

I finally got tested by Quest Diagnostics at the request of my doctor. I recovered five weeks ago. I did test positive. I knew I had it. No flu ever did those things to me, made me that weak.
Now what? Do I still have anti bodies or have they trickled away? I did put back all the weight I lost, which annoys me. I hope I don't have to get swabbed. My sinus problems are legendary. Don't need some stick shoved up there.
A homeless guy asked me for money as I sat in my car reading. I waved him off. You give it one day and they're right back the next. I guess I've grown hardened by life. I help those who help themselves.
Right now I'm keeping busy and don't miss face to face contact. Since retirement 14 years ago, I've been in contact with 200-300 peoiple every month.
Time to take a break.

Virus Bucket List

Shave head
Get tested for anti-bodies
Try to monetize anti-bodies
Reassure people I'm recovered
Stop stress eating at night!
Figure out how to open printer to change cartridge
Debate whether to grow beard and stash
Check shaved head for missed spots
Get new welcome mat
Clean out storage space next to bathroom
Test new upgraded flashlight
Buy new boxer underwear
Clip toenails
Clean out potato chips from recliner
Pick up prescriptions
Try opening a book
Try painting something
Walk for one full hour
Take a nap

Haircut

My barber is closed due to the virus. My scraggly hair was becoming more annoying. So I took action. I used the trimmer on my electric razor to shave most of my sides. Then the battery went dead. Also, I realized I have no hand mirror to monitor the back. I charged my razor and as soon as I finish typing, I'm heading out to find a hand mirror.
I really enjoy rubbing my freshly shaved head. It helps that I have a perfectly shaped noggin.Years ago I got over my oversized ears. I think they are a sign of intellectual development.
I swept up the cut hair, noting how much less there was than when I was young. I can still grow a beard and mustache. Optimism drives me forward.